Wei Zhuang had a cold face towards everyone, as if people all over the world owed him money. He turned his head to look at the ingot of gold on the table, nodded at the purple girl, and turned to leave.

The purple girl took a step, twisted her arrogant posture, came to the table and sat down, picked up the gold, and played with interest for a while, before turning away......

Vertical day.

After resting for one night, Chen Chen planned to find an armory shop and buy handy, high-quality weapons. Right now, this fine iron sword in Chen Chen's hand, if he encounters a shark tooth like Wei Zhuang, he will definitely not be able to hold on for a round.

Before you can recover Jianqing and Full Moon Scimitar, you must first have a weapon at hand. Moreover, this world has a lot of black technology! If you don't collect a few magic weapons, Chen Chen himself is embarrassed.

"This son, come and see the weapon! The weapons in our store are of the highest quality, all of them are made of deep sea iron and meteorite iron! Seeing Chen Chen's eyes scanning all kinds of weapons, the shopkeeper of the weapon shop hurriedly stepped forward to greet Chen Chen.

"I'll take a look first." Chen Chen walked into the weapon shop with great interest, looking at a variety of weapons, hoping to find a weapon of good quality.

"Can I try it?"

Chen Chen turned his head and asked the shopkeeper.

"Yes, of course! Childe waited for the younger one to get the test stone. The shopkeeper said and prepared to go to the inner room.

"No, I'll just try it this way." Chen Chen said, picking up the weapon in the shop with one hand, and pulling out the fine iron sword behind his back with the other.

"Boom!"

I saw that the sword that touched the fine iron sword was directly broken at the waist and fell to the ground.

With a playful smile on the corner of Chen Chen's mouth, he turned his head to look at the shopkeeper, who hurriedly stepped forward with an apologetic smile and took back the sword that Chen Chen's hand had broken, and said with a smile: "Childe, your sword is really sharp, what is placed outside the shop is only inferior, and the real good goods are inside, please wait a moment, and the small one will take it out immediately." ”

Chen Chen waited with interest, he wanted to see what good goods he could come up with, and at the same time, he also had the mentality of picking up leaks in his heart. If this luck comes and you find a treasure, it will make a lot of money!

After waiting for a while, the shopkeeper walked out with a quaint box. He put the box on the table and smiled, "Childe, take a look!" This is the treasure of a small shop! Originally, it was not for sale, but if it weren't for the handsomeness of the son, the small one would not be taken out easily. ”

"Hopefully it won't let me down." Chen Chen smiled at the corner of his mouth, just looking at the box, he felt a simple and atmospheric feeling.

"I won't disappoint you, Childe!" The shopkeeper rubbed his hands and waited for Chen Chen to open the lid.

Gently unfasten the clasp and remove the lid.

What catches the eye is a scabbard, the scabbard is a simple blue-gray, with strange inscriptions tattooed on it, at first glance, it is really a simple and good sword that has been dusty for many years.

Chen Chen was also a little excited, could it be that he had really picked up a treasure?!

Holding the scabbard in both hands, Chen Chen's eyes flashed with a fine light.

"Childe, how's it going? With just one ingot of gold, the sword is yours! The shopkeeper struck while the iron was hot and took the opportunity to tell Chen Chen the price.

Chen Chen nodded slightly, "If I'm satisfied, a gold ingot is indispensable for you." ”

Chen Chen pulled it out, the blade came out of its sheath, and a sword light brought a cold glow.

It was really like a little cold light that came first, and the blade was sharp and flashing with cold light.

The shopkeeper was a little nervous, and swallowed his saliva, "Childe, how is it?" ”

"Boom!"

Unexpectedly, the fine iron sword in Chen Chen's hand touched this sharp sword.

A burst of sparks exploded, and there was a metallic sound. Chen Chen looked at it fixedly, and saw that the fine iron sword and the sharp sword had a slight gap.

Seeing this, Chen Chen shook his head in disappointment, threw down his sword, and turned to leave.

"Alas, Childe! Don't go! "The shopkeeper was in a hurry all of a sudden! This sword has not been sold, and there is a gap in his treasure!

Chen Chen ignored the shopkeeper and walked quickly. The shopkeeper chased after him for a while and then turned back, no one was watching his shop, and he was going to cry to death after the things were stolen for a while.

There was no such thing as surveillance cameras in those days.

Chen Chen, who was leaving quickly, was also quite depressed in his heart, originally thought that he had picked up some treasure, but it turned out to be about the same level as the fine iron sword, and it looked like a good thing, maybe it was not as good as the fine iron sword.

So, Chen Chen then turned to a few more smithy shops that sold weapons or blacksmiths.

I didn't find any weapons to take advantage of, and the highest quality was only at the same level as the Iron Sword. At the same time, after some understanding, Chen Chen realized that the fine iron sword was already a relatively superior weapon.

They don't have any deep-sea cold iron or gold iron, so they can't make high-quality weapons at all, and even if they have enough materials, they may not be able to craft them.

To build a high-quality weapon, you need more than just materials, materials are just a foundation. At the same time, the hammering skills of the blacksmith and the skills of fire control are also required.

If you don't have enough strength, even if the best materials are complete, what you create is just a waste product.

After walking around the city, Chen Chen couldn't find the weapon he wanted, and he was a little disheartened and ready to go back to the inn to rest.

However, at this moment, when passing by a deep alley, Chen Chen's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what to think, so he walked in inexplicably.

In the corner, there were two beggars in tattered clothes, and when Chen Chen passed by the two of them, the two of them seemed to shrink back in fear, curled up and retreated, trying to stay away from Chen Chen.

Perhaps, this is the class gap.

Even the courage to beg was not daring to be born. After all, the class gap is too big, and in the eyes of the two beggars, Chen Chen is a high-ranking nobleman.

In front, in front of a small shop, sat a little gray-haired old man.

The little old man squinted his eyes, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate.

What attracted Chen Chen's attention was not the little old man, but the few weapons hanging on the wall in the room behind the little old man.

There are not many weapons, there are only three types of weapons: swords, knives, guns.

Each weapon looked very ordinary, but the feeling that emanated from it made Chen Chen's gaze streak.

A few words popped out of Chen Chen's mind inexplicably: The fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys.

Chen Chen had a hunch that this shop was the kind of shop where the aroma of wine was not afraid of deep alleys.

A few steps forward, Chen Chen walked in front of the little old man, and a shadow enveloped the little old man.

The little old man who was originally basking in the sun suddenly felt dark, and his closed eyes narrowed slightly, "Buy weapons?" ”

"Hmm." Chen Chen nodded.

"See for yourself! No matter what kind of weapon, it is a thousand taels. After the little old man finished speaking impatiently, he waved his hand and asked Chen Chen not to block his sun.

Chen Chen walked towards the store, usually so temperamental, usually with real skills and real materials. Maybe you can really find a weapon to take advantage of here.

Whether it is a sword, a knife or a gun, the whole body exudes a faint black light, and the color is inky black, which looks extraordinary.

Once again, he pulled out the fine iron sword and slashed it down, and the sound of crisp weapons clashing sounded.

The inky black weapon did not have a trace of cracks, exuding a cold glow, which made people shudder.

Hearing the sound of metal clashing, the little old man squinted, glanced back, and said disdainfully.

"It's just an inferior fine iron sword, and the worst inferior products in the old man's shop are better than this."

(End of chapter)